why has thee face been forcefully introduced to closed fist
he love she, her and i..meanwhile caring less of me,
battered i shall stand with no means as darkness falls on my stomachs pit,
it screams the echo of broken love,now tainted of total misery.

then shall i try tasks of dodging bricks of speed blasting for my head
anger not still, as it flies upon the walls of my flesh's domain
blow for blow i now lay on thee floor.. covered in blood,like a possum..i pretend death
chest heaves inward with lose of body structure stolen by struggling breaths, from wounded frame.

when will pains of bruised bones end my title as the victim of his love
misguided and lost of all rightful thoughts, to gain of naked fists placed on my tortured body
longing to be the perfection he craves, i remain stuck between blazing words and bulldozing shoves
crippling all plans of freedom i gave hole hearted-ly to him..full ownership for all of me

still..no answers lye on blinded bloody thoughts for love of this man
my heart remains imprisoned with no escape, daily i'll become reacquainted with his hands



*my first shot at the whole sonnet scribing*